Life in the Hills 3

Chapter Twenty Six - Senior Year Baby!

The day each student of West Beverly dreaded had finally emanated upon them. The final day of summer has arrived.

A long and loud groan rolled off Maryse's tongue as the calendar on her cellphone was in the midst of telling her tomorrow was Tuesday September 7th, also known as the first day of school. The summer had certainly been a blast from start to finish. It was a summer to remember and thanks to the beach house, it made that all possible.

But – there was certainly something different about this year that would be like no other year they've had. Senior Year begins in the matter of a few hours. No longer would they be juniors and no longer would they have a title as high school student anymore. Once this year was over, life would certainly begin for them all.

Nikki Bella, a returning West Beverly Student, was the first to bring up the reasoning behind Maryse's groan, "I know – tomorrow's September 7th and all of us know what that means; back to School!"

The sarcastic tone of Nikki's comment really portrayed her excitement for the new school year to begin, "Don't remind me; I've been reminded by those stupid commercials on television with the half price notebooks and backpack – they've been airing since the beginning of the summer."

"But," There's always a 'but' in everything, "Its senior year."

Yes, Senior year begins in the matter of twelve hours. After a long three years, those juniors will now become seniors getting one step closer to graduation and one step closer to graduation. The obvious reason of the excitement of senior year wasn't only the chance to escape high school but to enjoy the various senior activities. Pep Rallies, homecoming, prom, Senior testimonials and much more awaited the graduating class of West Beverly High.

"I've dreamed of becoming a senior. Finally, I can run the school and show everyone not to mess with Miss Maryse Ouellet."

"I feel as if you've always ran the school, even as a little freshmen," If Nikki knew traits about Maryse, it was her authority and strength, "But it seems as if you are not going to spend this year along. This whole summer you've had him on the palm of your hand – so what are you going to do about Mike?"

Mike – or the Miz as he likes to be called had a big effect on Maryse this summer. Spending almost every day with the California native at the beach or wherever the day took them, it had been clear that Miz was someone Maryse could truly begin a relationship with but when? It's been two months and nothing has come from him. Time shall tell what happens.

Gathering up some air, Maryse let out a relieving sigh, "Well, I like him and I think he likes me but I'm waiting for him to pull a move on me. I'll always believe that the man coming to the girl is the right thing to do – not vice versa."

Maryse's phone vibrated – she'd received a message from an old friend who had a special talent. The contents of the message had a discreet photograph of one of her fellow students that she had 'specially arranged' to be made. Just looking at her photo got her really upset and it was all supposed to be a punishment for what she decided to do. Looking over to Nikki, she needed some advice, "Nikki," Handing her the phone, she showed her the picture, "Check this out."

The twin's eyes looked over the picture and immediately recognizing the face, her throat gasped in some air, "Oh my god, is that – is that who I think it is?"

"Yeah, it's Eve but it's a fake – this really didn't happen but with help from a good friend and his really good friend, the computer, he managed to snatch this up for me. Now the question is, do I send a mass text tomorrow morning?"

The brown eyes belonging to Nikki didn't exactly go well with Maryse's schedule plan. Obviously, this would ruin Eve – humiliate her to the point where she may never gain back her reputation. The contents of this text could mean the end of Eve.

Nikki rose up onto her feet and looked down on Maryse, "Honestly, I understand that Eve's down a lot but I think this is taking it too far. I know you aren't fond of her whatsoever but this could really humiliate her. If you want to get back at her, I wouldn't take it to this level. It's just a little too much."

Maybe she's right..

The stunt was a little out there and to think of the aftermath was even more devastating. Looking over her cell phone, she placed it down and decided – not to do anything.

"Yeah, I won't do it – it's too mean, even for me."

Nikki Bella responded with a compassionate smile, "I'm glad. Well, I'm off to go pack. I have a ton of crap to take home early tomorrow morning so I'll just get a head start," And away the Bella twin off, into the house and straight up to her room.

Continuing to lay on the beach chair, her eyes took her up to the sky and there, she looked at the ever so bright sky, with stars shining down right onto her. What could Senior year bring for Maryse? It's such a big year, if not the biggest year of them all. After this, life would be completely different. High school would be over and then, she'd continue on and go to college.

So much waited for her tomorrow – including the possibility of seeing Ted. Once her eyes lay upon him, she just knew all those memories would rush back to her. Senior year was suppose too be amazing and fun, but maybe now it won't be. If she sees Ted everywhere, what could she do? It's not like she can help it and avoid him forever. That's nearly impossible. All she knew was when she sees him, tomorrow or whatever day it is, it's going to hurt; It's going to hurt to know that she never got the chance she deserved with him.

When she sees Eve, that will be a much different story for sure. What could be worse; seeing Ted or seeing Eve? Neither seemed to be easy.

Once she pulled herself up from the chair, she felt a force push her back down, applying a strong grip onto her tiny body. Her head twirled around, to see Miz applying a tight grip on the blonde. His lips churned up into a smirk and he simply laughed, "Did I scare you neighbor?"

Pushing his hands off, she cried out, "Of course – please don't do that again or I'll rip you a new hole in your face."

His response was full of chuckles while the blonde gave him a stern look, "I'm sorry – I didn't think I was going to scare you," Looking over to Maryse's lap, he could see the phone laying on her lap and quite the interesting photo of Eve there. With his hand, he snatched it out of and examined the X-rated photograph, "Woah, Eve is seriously getting it by this dude. Where the hell did you get this picture of her?"

"It's not real; it's a photo shopped picture. I was just thinking.."

"Of going to the bathroom and doing some naughty things with that picture? Hurry up because I'd like my shot at it.."

The disgusting comment was answered with a slap onto his arm, "You're disgusting, you know that? But I was really thinking of using it for something different. Since Eve had ruined a lot for me, I figured I could ruin her and a mass text of this could do just the thing but I don't know. I mean, it's really bad but I'm just so confused. It's a really – I mean really horrible thing to do.."

"…and did she not do a horrible thing to you? She tried – or maybe even slept with your boyfriend. If you ask me, she deserves it."

This wasn't much of a decision he was against, since after all he had failed at charming up Eve before and she ended up turning him down. No one turns down the Miz… Miz could care less what could happen; he just cared about himself and no one else.

Maryse's finger played over the send button. All the contacts were listed and it was ready to go in a matter of seconds. If she did this, she knew she'd ruin her reputation…but then, Eve ruined Maryse's chances with Ted but seducing or sleeping with him before. Just then, a bolt of anger rushed through her body, right into her index finger causing her to push the button.

And now, Eve's life would be made into a complete living hell – but she didn't know what was coming for her now.

8:27am – the day begins now with Eve managing to get her car through the overly packed parking lot, ultimately getting a spot in between a BMW and Escalade. If there was somewhere she didn't want to be, it was right here. Her wobbly legs pushed her up, removing herself from the vehicle to be greeted by the students around her.

Cheerleaders filled the area, promoting the senior year along with the sign that read "Welcome Back Wildcats – and Class of 2011" and of course, the freshmen were walking through scared for their life as they begin a brand new school.

If there was any other place she could be in, it would not be here. A summer of isolation, gossip and rumors don't add much to help her. It certainly wouldn't be surprising if everyone knows about the dirt on her. It was only a matter of time to deny it or figure out a way to escape the complicated situation. Plenty of questions would be rolling off the tongues of her classmates.

Senselessly walking down the stone passageway, eyes would trail her down her body. Smirks alluded directly towards her, some were glares and other chooses to laugh while gazing at the Latina. Certainly it was odd – she'd expect people to question her as when she heard the rumors but something seemed different about this – it seemed way to fishy.

Once inside the main hallway, Eve Torres continued to be greeted by additional gazes. In the palm of their hands, they'd look at their cellphone and right back at Eve, following with a laugh or smirk.

The stares got to her. Her chin came further down and she'd refuse to really look at anyone.

Her main goal: Get out of there as soon as she could.

Lucky for her, the bathroom was right there. Passing by the swinging door, she escaped the humiliation though she had no idea why. One girl came by, covering her laugh as she departed and Eve just speculated.

Eve stood before the sink, gazing into the mirror. What the hell is going around here? Let's hope it isn't bad. Fingers crossed.

Her fingers trickled over and her hair neatly placed above her ear. A trickle of sweat came running down her cheek, fear engulfed her body. Chatter filled up the room once again and coming through the door was Natalya 'Nattie' Neidhart and Beth Phoenix, members of the volleyball team and softball teams.

"I can't believe this picture got out of her – I wonder if she knows about it yet," Says the Canadian blonde to her friend, "This is completely embarrassing."

Agreeing, Beth nodded along, "I don't know what I would do if this happened to me. A text message with me having sex with a guy? I don't know how I would take that all."

And once the pair of blonde ladies looked forward, to see Eve standing before them, they suddenly stopped and Nattie was the first to talk, "Oh, hi Eve – didn't know you were in here."

"I was just fixing up my makeup. How was your summer girls?" In hopes of keeping the conversation on a different topic, summer seemed to be a good topic to speak on, "I heard you guys went to some volleyball camp in San Diego. How was it?"

"It was really good," Nattie mumbled along. Her face grew into a much sour look when coming closer to Eve, "Are you okay? I mean, did you hear or see anything?"

"Not a thing. What's going on?"

Nattie's lips pursued together in nervousness, while her hand slipped into her jeans pocket and pulled out her cellphone. Going into the messages folders, she pulled up the text message she received earlier this morning, "Now, I got this text message this morning and there's something inside about you," Nattie's hand came forward, showing the photograph to Eve.

The image would probably never be erased from her memory. Her world was crashing down slowly once the contents of the message had been revealed to her. A text message containing an explicit photograph of Eve was now circulating around West Beverly High school. This could very well be the one thing that could ruin just about everything for her. This sick text message would ruin her reputation, social life and important of all, her life. Taking a step back, her back eventually hit the stall and that's where she completely froze.

"I'm so sorry Eve. Beth and I just got this text this morning with it. We have no idea who did it but everyone in school has gotten this message. I'm so sorry – is there anything we can do? Maybe you can fake that you're sick and get sent home. I can't even begin to think about what you're going through."

"No… It's fine. I'll just be alone for now. Thank you for telling me."

Once Nattie and Beth left the room, Eve backed up into the stall, shutting the door and sitting on the toilet seat. Her face crashed into her hands, tears managed to escape the cracks in her hands and she realized that she was living in the midst of hell.

Keeping this large grin over her face, Maryse Ouellet knew what day it was. Senior year has officially begun.

Walking through the hallway – for the first time as a senior – she caught the attention of several other students in her clad pink off the shoulder top, white shorts and silver sandals. Of course, she was feeling on top of the world along with her friends. Nikki to her left; Kelly to the right with Nikki in a white dress with matching white wedges while Kelly kept it simple with ripped jeans, flip flops and a white shirt and green vest. The ladies had put on their very best for the first day of class.

"Look at us ladies – we're seniors. It's been a long and dark road but we've finally made it here," Announced Maryse, in such a calming and soothing tone while the trio walked forward, "Oh, it's going to be a marvelous year."

"Is it me or could this be the first time that Maryse said something good about school? Normally, she'd say something like – we're back in this dump or have installed the latte machine she's been asking for since freshmen year?" The odd attitude and personality was first noticed by Kelly.

"Once she gets through having Styles next, she'll be over the whole thing – trust me," Said Nikki, who grinned at Kelly, "Besides, look right there – Maryse's latte wish may be coming true."

A young female stayed position in the middle of the hallway with only a check board and pen, taking signatures for a very strong cause. The cause: Installing a latte machine in the cafeteria.

"Please up support the installation of the latte machine in the cafeteria, my fellow wildcats!" Shouted the dedicated protester, who goes by the name of Jamie Keyes, "Let West Beverly give us high quality coffee, instead of the crap they get from the ninety nine cent stores."

Catching Maryse's attention, she came forward to Jamie, "This is a cause I'm willing to fight for. Enough of the whole going green movement, I'd like a caffeine movement. Count me in Jamie!"

Signing on the dotted line, Maryse wrote down her name – as well as several other names that don't exist, "So Maryse, do you have some sort of alias like Roberta Dominguez or Kathy Lee Giford?" Kelly proposed, looking before the list of very odd names, "And let us not forget Hannah Montana. I completely forget the pop sensation is a sophomore here."

Kelly was a bit excited for the new school year. So much was in store this year, since after all it was senior year. After this year was over, she'd be free to do whatever she pleases. The world was in the palm of her hands.

Once she'd turn the corner, her eyes would look against her blue locker, number 27 and one individual leaning against it, clothed in gray sneakers, dark jeans and a red hoodie. Getting a more distinct image of who was there, she'd freeze in her spot once her brain would evaluate who it was standing before her.

Seeing is believing, "…Evan, is that – is that you?" The girl sounded unsure if it was truly him standing right before him, as her steps brought her closer to him.

"You're not seeing a ghost or anything and yeah, it's really me," His large arms came around her waist, pulling the young blonde into a hug. It certainly felt amazing to have her back in his arms, "I missed doing this."

This was shocking, to say the least. Who could expect to see their boyfriend, who was in a coma, standing right before you? No one, but apparently Kelly was the lucky little lady. Breaking out of the hug, Evan still held onto Kelly's hand. He smiled right her and was feeling completely amazing.

"Did you miss me?"

"I – I did. How could I not be happy to see you?" Proposed Kelly, just when Nikki and Maryse came over, the two who were also extremely surprised to see Evan standing, walking and breathing, "Girls, Evan's here."

"You're not in a coma anymore!"

Nikki looked over to Maryse, nudging her, "She really meant to say she's happy to see that your okay. Just forget what else she says because half the stuff doesn't even make much sense."

"I got that down about a year ago."

As Nikki and Maryse walked over to speak to another, Kelly stayed with Evan – catching up on a few things, "Okay, can you tell me what the hell is going on? Your mom said you were still in the hospital and nothing had happened. Start explaining now."

"Well – where should I begin? Apparently, it happened last night. I suddenly woke up and both my parents were there. They told me what had happened, since I didn't remember anything from the night it happened and I was going to call you but I figured I could maybe surprise you instead, since you love surprises."

"You don't remember anything from that night everything happened?"

His memory was a blue – only a certain things he was able to remember from that night, "All I remember was the junior ring ceremony and nothing after that. Like just when I got my ring, I don't remember anything after that. It's a complete blank. The doctor said it would happen."

If she's correct, Cody and Evan's fight didn't happen until after the ceremony so is it possible that Evan loss his memory from that point on? "You don't remember the after party or anything?"

Evan nodded in response to the answer, "Like I said, it's a blur. I can't recall anything from that and probably I never will regain any memory unless if anyone tells me what had happened that night but do you know what happened at all?"

Licking around her lips, her eyes noticed Cody walking along the hallway and called out, "Cody! Come over here!"

Getting the attention of the male, his smile glowed when he noticed Kelly – it wasn't until he saw Evan, holding her hand and smiling right back at him, "Oh, what the – Evan, man. You're okay, this is really surprising!" Cody and Evan slapped hands with one another, "Good to see you back man."

"It's great to be back. I can't even believe this whole mess happened to me but at least I'm better, just in time for senior year to start. Aren't you guys pumped?"

For Cody, seeing Evan standing on his two feet is great. Just seeing him, holding Kelly's hand isn't so great. Kelly and Cody had a talk that they want to be together but if this is going on, how could they be together? Evan must have lost his memory or something. It's also odd how Evan acted like nothing had happened between the two so he had to assume he's lost some sort of memory because it's impossible for Evan to hide or forget something happens just like that.

"Come on Kelly," His arm extended over his shoulder and he began to pulled Kelly away, "We've got class now."

"I've actually got to go to the main office and get something quick. How about I just meet you in class in like two minutes?" Requested the blonde, in hopes he wouldn't tag along with her.

"Yeah, I'll meet you there but just don't be too long okay?"

Firmly nodding at him, it gave Evan to go to head into class and once Kelly had turned around, she could see the hurt in Cody's face watching the two of them kiss and embrace one another. It was his girl out there, doing that with his friend. This whole mess has just gotten messier.

Letting out a long sigh, Kelly replied, "I've got to think of something. How the hell are we going to handle this all?"

Cody only came up with one logically decision, "Well I have an idea. Just tell him the truth. Finish it off with him so we can be together since it's what we both want."

Kelly response wasn't one Cody would have liked but she was feeling that it was more well deserved, "How can I just end it with him? And how can you just say that like it's nothing? Evan's your best friend so you don't care if you hurt him after this all. I don't know about you but I'm in the middle of something I really can't handle. This isn't as easy as it looks and I'm so disgusted with you. Maybe you've made my decision a little bit easier now."

The harsh comments from Cody were surprising and disturbing. Kelly didn't even want to look at him any longer so she turned around, walking away from him in hopes that he'll understand something – Not everything is as easy as it seems.

Shaking sprinted through her body anytime she was in front of a large group of people – half of which didn't even seem too thrilled to see the Louisiana native. Her feet quivered and she could feel the chills racing up and down, her stomach turning in a twist and her mindless fiddling with her hands.

Beside to her was her teacher, introduced earlier as Mrs. Vickie Guerrero but the alarming and disinterested faces before her brought so many nerves into play. Normally, she felt a little more outspoken and strong in the public eye but something was really intimidating her. Televisions, films and other media outlets tend to portray the residents of Beverly Hills act like this. Tiffany never thought it would very well be true – until now that is.

Her smile remained glowing, just to avoid putting up a different image of herself. Back in Louisiana, she had much of a different life – something far far from what she's experiencing right now. Her family lived in a quiet town outside of New Orleans a town no one would know about and where they'd know nothing about the outside world. It's like living back in the eighteenth century and now she's got a much bigger glimpse on the twenty first century. In exchange for the small homes and ditzy vehicles they were turned into multi-million dollar mansions and sports cars, with odd names to them.

Home, she was a smart girl – if not the smartest. Years of studying and working hard had paid off extremely well for her. Albert Einstein certainly had some competition compared to Tiffany, a girl who was able to apply for college the year before but deciding she wanted to have a normal high school career, she turned down the offer and opted to wait one more year to go to College at the Harvard with all her friends but that certainly changed.

Literally, the Terrell family moved in just a few days ago. Too many issues to discuss why the family decided to leave but they all needed a change from their older surroundings. No nasty divorce or anything along the lines of that; Unfortunately, her grandmother was sick and since neither of her father's siblings decided to help, he offered a hand and brought his whole family to live in Tiffany's grandmother's in Beverly Hills.

First impressions are important; that explains why Tiffany decided to wear an unusual dress with blue dress along with a red ribbon wrapping around her stomach and a pair of matching brown sandals. Just before she had gone to bed, she prayed and wished she had found a perfect dress to fit in. The stern looks didn't seem to help anything for the young girl.

"Now Class," Mrs. Guerrero spoke in her least terrifying tone possible which happens to be a rare thing the teacher would do, "Let's all quiet down because I'd like everyone to meet the newest student here from – where are you from again dear?"

"Louisiana – Abita Springs. It's really close to New Orleans," Answering the question as sweet as possible, she smiled afterwards. Even more thrilling was seeing someone raise their hand.

"Yes Mr. Otunga – do you have a question for us?"

"Yeah yeah, I got a question for Tyra," David Otunga said, just as his hand came down and began to rub down on his chin.

"It's actually Tiffany," Only a little annoyed by the mistake – since she just said it two seconds ago – Tiffany decided to let it be water under the bridge.

Clearing his throat for a moment, he barreled on, "So, you just moved her from Louisiana right? Was it because that hurricane blew you out of the farm and all the way over here?" Not a moment laughter David and his friend, Heath Slater began to drastically laugh while other students rolled their eyes at the immature and stupid joke. It only appeared that the two of them had found it funny. Tiffany on the other hand felt a little hurt that her first class and introduction was just a joke.

"Excuse me!" The lower and sweeter tone was just a little cover until the Mrs. Guerrero finally came out, "David and Heath, looks like you'll be the first two guys to attend detention with yours truly."

They'd finally stop laughing and Tiffany's smile came glowing back. Once her throat was cleared up, Mrs. Guerrero began speaking once again, "Class, this is Tiffany Terrell. She and her family just moved all the way from Louisiana so I'd like you to give her all a nice warm welcome."

No change in reaction – if anything, they've gotten more upset than excited about this. So much for the warm welcome…

"I see a seat right over there, next to Layla – why don't you go and take a seat over there okay?"

Lifting up her feet, Tiffany squeezed through the row – almost tripping on a bag or two – soon arriving at her seat, Tiffany dropped her notebook onto the table and looked straight. Upon looking to her left, her eyes meet with another blonde. He smiled and in return, she smiled as well. It wasn't until his face was blockaded by the face of a female, directly smile back at her.

"So you're from Louisiana? How's Mardi Gras over their? I've always wanted to go.."

"I've went for the festivities but never managed to stay since everything is twenty one and over. I'd usually go home after that."

"But you didn't have a fake ID or some kind of connection?"

Tiffany pursed her lips together, nodding in disagreement, "I don't even like to drink or anything. I hate drinking and smoking. You'll never catch me with a beer or cigarette in my hand. The damage it does is unbearable."

Following her short speech, the brunette offered a soft chuckle, "I'm Layla by the way – I know what it's like to come here from such a different place. I mean, I use to live on Tower Road and when I had to move all the way to Beverly Grove drive; it was such a big transition. It took me weeks to get use to everything."

"How far was it from your old home?"

Waiting for an answer, she certainly got something she didn't expect, "Two blocks."

"Oh.." Tiffany rested her hand before the cold desk table, leaning a bit forward but not losing eye contact with Layla, "That must have been really tough for you."

"I don't even like to think of the emotional distress I went through," Shrugging off her pain, Layla continued forward, "Listen, how about after class we hang out? I'm a cool girl and you're a cool girl – it seems like we can be friends. You can meet my other friends too, Rosa and Alicia. They're going to love you. I can already see it."

A little taken back by it all, her first day and her first class it appears as if she's found her first friend, "So does this mean we're friends?"

Her lip glossed lips curved up into a smile and then she finally said, "Sure – we're friends."

The year had certainly gotten off on the right foot – especially for Nikki Bella.

The mirror resting upon her locker door was currently in use for fixing up her hair quickly, before her next class would begin. Her fingers traced down her hair, removing any tangles that could be in her straight brown hair. Blowing a kiss into the mirror, she was officially satisfied with her appearance.

Closing her locker door slowly and gently, she'd begin to regret ever doing that because with what she was about to see, she'd want to punch in the locker door.

Dolph Ziggler remained faced toward his locker. Nikki's exceptional day had just gone completely sour when she saw him. Nikki didn't have a clue in her mind that Dolph attended school at West Beverly; in reality, she just believed he was another one of Miz's stupid friends from somewhere else than West Beverly. The man was a tool. Inconsiderate and pathetic would be the perfect words Nikki would use to describe the platinum haired male. To think, she just thought she had to deal with his antics for the summer – there was something else coming for her and it didn't look to well.

A long groan emitted from her throat and into the air, loud enough for him to hear him. Dolph's head twisted over and a smile divulged his face, "Nikki Bella, are you stalking me now? I mean, if you want me already, you just have to tell me. I'll say yes," Once retrieving the books he needed, he shut his locker and walk over to her, "So is that a yes?"

Nikki's eyes traveled to the seeing and she had a request for the man upstairs, "God, just shoot me now. Take the gun and finish me off."

Dolph laughed at Nikki's comical jokes, "I thought the whole time you lived somewhere else because I didn't see you here at West Beverly last year nor the year before. Did you just move here because you heard I go here?"

"Aren't you quiet the little genius and mind reader – that's the exact reason I decided to come here…"

Of course, it was sarcasm. This is Nikki Bella we're talking about.

"Maybe I'll see you in one of my classes – maybe even all of them," He shot her a wink, hoping it was entice her but it really only did the opposite, "And you'll get to see a much more of me."

"Oh yeah, that's just what my life needs right now. More Dolph Ziggler – every young girl's dream!"

Dolph smirked, "So I'll see you around but don't miss me now, Nikki."

"I'll try my absolute hardest, Dolph."

Once he disappeared into the crowd of students, Nikki let out one huge sigh. The torture was over. Now, she had to figure out a way to avoid the man until graduation. Where could she begin?

Maryse wasn't too far behind and eventually made her way to Nikki with a complaint, "Nikki, did you know Alicia got her own personal parking spot in the parking lot? I mean, where does she get the nerve and this power to do that? I swear, I'm going to talk to principal McMahon about this all or maybe Kelly's sister – she's a guidance counselor and she's good a talking so I could ask Torrie and she'll tell Principal McMahon. Wow, people are right. I am a complete genius."

Apparently Maryse was in her own domain but that didn't stop Nikki from interrogating her, "Did you know that Dolph goes to West Beverly?"

Flicking her hair back, Maryse said, "Yeah, he's been here since sophomore year – didn't you know that?"

"Apparently not," Informed Nikki Bella, who cringed at the thought of him yet again, "Wonderful – I have to deal with him for the whole year. This is just perfect. Right when I think this year is going to be wonderful, he's here. I need help, spiritual or medical. Either is good."

Seeing her friend down because of a guy doesn't flow well with Maryse, "Relax honey. It isn't the end of the world."

"Yeah, not of yours but surely is the end of mine."

Whipping her around, Nikki turned her back on Maryse and walked away from her friend. Not long after, Maryse started to depart from the lockers and made her way to the nearest women's bathroom. Empty. The room was empty and the sound of Maryse's heels filled the air. Resting comfortable beside the mirror, Maryse tuned up her makeup and began to apply a light colored lip gloss against her smooth lips. Noise appeared from one of the stalls. Eventually, the middle stall opened out and in came out, Eve Torres.

Suddenly freezing, Maryse stopped applying her lip gloss and continued to stare surprisingly at the mirror. From the moment Eve saw Maryse there, she stopped right in her spot and didn't even move. The two ladies just stared at one another and slowly, the stares turned much grimmer.

Just by looking right at her, Maryse's mind replayed junior night all over again, from walking in to running out in tears. Eve took the one thing she cared for on this earth right out of her fingers. Her body fueled with anger that she'd remove the lip gloss from her hand and turn her body around, facing Eve – eye to eye.

The hatred in Maryse was made known and Eve could see it. Eve's eyes were watery from tearing up to the humiliation she'd been going through at the moment. Seeing Maryse before her wasn't making the situation any better.

"I could have remembered to tell you that I never wanted to see you again," the cold tone in her voice could signify that she did not want anything to do with Eve.

"I was just leaving... So no need to worry or anything," As Eve covered her face, her eyes located the door and just when she was going to reach the handle.

"Oh and Eve, I never knew how flexible you were in the bedroom. You make me jealous."

Stopping right in front of the door, Eve's head turned over and glared right at the blonde who's glare had turn into an devilish smirk at the moment. Her cold and senseless glare didn't even hurt Maryse – in fact, her smirk just continued to grow if anything.

Eve found the energy to open the door and leave, while Maryse stood their feeling extremely victorious – Eve was beginning to feel worse than she already did. Senior year wasn't looking to good for the young Latina. It was only going downhill from now.

Tiffany was happy.

Her first day at a new school and surrounded by her was her new friends, Layla, Alicia and Rosa. Layla had been sweeter than ever to the new student, inviting her to eat with her friends at lunch. For once, Tiffany was feeling more welcome than ever. Her first image of her first day here was nothing like she had pictured it. Her fear of becoming isolated hadn't come true and the exact opposite was happened.

To her left, Layla sat by her and across from her were Alicia and Rosa, who couldn't stop staring at Tiffany. It was getting odder than ever before Layla broke the ice, "You know Tiffany is from New Orleans, where they have Mardi gras every year."

Alicia looked over, in the most careless and disgusted look possible and began to say, "Lucky her. I remember when I went to Mardi gras last year. I got so many of those beads like I think I had about twenty beads. That was one hell of a night."

Tiffany crinkled up her lips and said, "Don't you get beads from taking off your top? Because if my memory serves me right, I'd see on the news report a lot of girls and sometimes guys, revealing something they shouldn't and getting beads in return. Maybe you were one of them?"

Alicia gave Tiffany a grim look before uttering off a fake laugh. Rosa and Layla decided to laugh it off, "Alicia sure likes to put things out in the open a lot – don't cha Alicia?"

"Shut up! You're the one who put her legs out this whole summer for Montel or MVP as you call him but you didn't get any beads.."

A smirk came across her face before Tiffany started to ask a question about him, "What did you do with the MVP? What team is he on?"

"No – No, Tiffany. MVP is his initials to his name. He's name is Montel and he's some guy I had a summer fling with. He comes here and he's on the football team," Layla caught the large man, on the line for lunch with Jack Swagger, "He's right over there, on the line for lunch."

Her eyes traveled to the lunch line and she saw MVP, the man Layla had spoken about but somebody else had caught her eye too. The blonde individual standing before him, who she happened to see in her class; who's apparent name is Jack. As Tiffany continued to gaze, the girls especially Layla noticed how Tiffany couldn't stop staring at MVP and she slowly grew angry. Who the hell does she think she is? Staring at him like that…

"I just remembered I have to visit the guidance counselor's office. You said we're going to hang out later right?"

Layla turned to her, with her smile growing, "Yeah, just meet us in the courtyard after your last class and we'll go."

"Great – see you then."

Once Tiffany had disappeared from the lunchroom, the smile Layla once had on was now turning into a fowl expression, "Can you believe her? She was eyeing my man all along and right in front of me. Who does she think she is?"

"I saw it. Her eyes were practically glued at him. She was probably dreaming of what she could do to him or something," Added in Rosa, in defense of her friend, "And I don't even like her that much. Can we just get rid of her?"

"She implied that I was a slut!"

"Well…" Rosa chirped in, "There's something I can't agree with you on."

Alicia turned over to Rosa and glared at the Latina, "Why the hell are you agreeing with her? I am not a slut."

"That's not what Andrew Scott, Hamilton George, Kirk Matthews nor the other 20 other guys you hooked up with when we went to Barbados for the summer!"

"Let's stop with this arguing okay?" Layla informed her friends, "Tiffany has just messed with the wrong set of girls and trust me, she's going to pay for this in the worst way possible," Nobody dares to cross Layla El and she'd make Tiffany pay in the worst way possible, "So I'm thinking we've got our target for a good old senior prank? What do you ladies says?"

The Day's end had rapidly approached.

She felt comfortable; just in general. The beginnings of senior year was really – calm and collective. One certain aspect of the day that was certainly not appearing today was Maryse's good old friend, Drama. Unfortunately, drama couldn't attend the first day of school and decided to take a rain check. But she didn't want to get ahead of herself. Drama has it's weird way of coming back to you and biting you right in the behind.

Drama free senior year – it was Maryse's goal. If anything, she'd want to leave that all behind and look at the more appealing things that are going on this year, like prom, homecoming, senior trip and many other school related events. In general, she was looking forward to the new year ahead of her. Her goal to avoid drama would of course be difficult since after all she is Maryse Ouellet. Every time the word drama had been utter out of someone's lips, Maryse's name would usually follow in a more disgusted tone if anything. For once in her young life, she didn't want to be in the middle of drama. This year is supposed to be a fun year – not a horrible one.

What struck out as being odd to her was not seeing Ted at all, since everything had happened just a few months ago. The whole day had gone by and not an appearance from her. The topic of Ted would always create some inner anger. His actions had never been forgiven nor has he tried to reach out to her during this whole ordeal. His lips hadn't even said the words "I'm sorry" or anything near close to that. His selfish attitude and careless personality could have been a warning sign of what to expect from him. It had made her feel even more horrible that he may have no regret for what he had done.

Could this have all been some sort of sick game? Was Ted just playing with Maryse's mind and heart? Ted's real goal could have been just trying to get closer to Eve by using her. Even Maryse wasn't that capable of doing such a thing even if she comes across as being a complete bitch, somewhere behind that all she had a limit and she knew she wasn't going to cross that line. Ted DiBiase seemed to care less about the line he was about to cross and did it regardless of whom he would have hurt in the process.

Relaxed on the stone foundation of the courtyard, Maryse doodled down a few thoughts that'd she place into the senior suggestion box. The purpose of the senior suggestion box was to get the students opinions on what to do for prom's theme, homecoming theme, senior trip ideas and several more. Against the line for the question – Where should we host senior trip? – Maryse's answer was quiet the interesting one. When it comes time to reveal the contents of the box, Maryse's suggestion of two weeks in Bora Bora would be highly considered. Maryse could already see the idea being proposed.

Her paper slid off to the slid and flew into the pathway. Maryse stood before her feet and quickly reached to grip the letter, only to be beaten by another's. The individual's hand took a hold of the paper and he got back up into a proper stance. Maryse would soon follow suit and her body would build up, firmly straight and her eyes locked right into the eyes of the individual before her.

Her body had completely frozen up once her mind had processed who was standing before her. Her heart would begin to sink deeper into her body and that same feeling she'd gotten from him the first time she'd seen him was back. Most important of all, he was back – Ted DiBiase.

Awkward silence filled up the air between the two. Looking him dead into his eyes, the ones she had fallen for before, brought back so much pain. The events of the night just came flashing back in that very moment. The image of Eve and Ted and the tears she shed following afterwards.

Ted stood there, feeling ashamed and guilty. Surely, what he did was wrong. If Ted had regrets – which weren't many – this had to be the biggest one. They've could have been so much but that was quickly slashed away because of his anger. He couldn't control his anger for the life of him and sometimes when you're angry, you do little silly things.

"It's you," The evident disgusted tone of Maryse could only express her anger, "Nice of you to show up. I thought you had disappeared off the face of the earth."

"I really need to talk to you. It's about the junior night at the hotel," He was just asking for a chance to possibly make this all okay.

"Well, you haven't spoken in about two months so you can speak now. Say whatever you have to say."

This was his chance to finally open up and apologize for everything he had done to her. He bit down on his lip softly, getting together his thoughts before he began his apology.

"I'm sorry. That night with Eve was a mistake. I never meant to do anything, it was just that I was angry and I didn't know how else to control my anger that night. It was just a huge mistake and this apology should have come earlier but I didn't know how I could come up to you and tell you how sorry I am. I just want to put that behind us and move forward – with us."

Ted snuck his hands into Maryse's. He looked directly into her eyes and she'd continue to frown. Surely his apology was meaningful – but that's not enough.

"I waited two months – Two damn months Ted! All summer long, I couldn't get you out of my damn mind. You had this huge effect on me and when I finally tell you how I feel, you decide to hook up with one of my best friends. How could you? I just went on how much I'm in love with you but you must have not heard. Did a part of you actually have feelings for me or was this some sort of sick ploy to get closer to Eve? I just want the truth. I deserve that."

"Eve was nowhere in my mind. She was never the girl I wanted to be with – it was just you and only you. I can't even explain why I did it – I just did and I feel bad every day and I just want you to forgive me so we can restart."

She wanted to believe him – deep down she wanted to believe him and let this go but you can't always let things go like that when they're so serious. This was something that was possibly unforgiveable.

Her head titled downwards and in a low tone, she replied with a one word answer, "No."

Ted could feel his own heart breaking, which was a first for him as well and at this point, he could finally see that he was losing her and it was his entire fault. His insecurities had gotten the best of him and he couldn't just blame this on someone else. This was his fault entirely. "Maryse, we can work this out. Come on, we can look passed this or what can I do to make this better? Just tell me and I'll do it."

"You can leave me alone – That's how you'll make this all better."

"No, Maryse."

As much as she didn't want to say what she was about to say, she had to, "I've already moved on Ted and I suggest you do the same as well," At the corner of her eye, she could see the person she just wanted to see, "Goodbye Ted."

Releasing her from his hand, he officially lost her. Ted would watch lifeless as Maryse walked over and stopped before one person. Maryse curved her lips into a smile and once in the presence of the person, Maryse wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Ted's heart had officially collapsed down into pieces.

She wasn't lying when she said she was moving on. Ted's eyes continued to witness the account of the Miz and Maryse unable to keep their hands off one another. He knew exactly how it felt now. He could place himself into Maryse's shoes when she saw Eve and himself kiss. Now, she could emotionally feel the pain. He couldn't bear to stand there any longer so he turned his heel and walked in the other direction.

Senior year had certainly started with one hell of a bang.

A/N: Here's another Chapter - please leave a review!
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Next Chapter, Eve's situation worsens and AJ receives a knock at his door.